Annabeth Chase knew she was beautiful.

Okay, maybe not beautiful. She was pretty, at least in her own terms. But she didn't expect to be getting hit on at the bar, especially since what she was wearing was not at all flattering. A blue tube top that was much too small (plus, blue was not her color) and a tight black skirt. Even though Annabeth was not fat, if anything, she was very fit, she felt like her clothes would pop off any second.

It was around 10 PM and Piper and Hazel, Annabeth's two roommates in college, decided to take her out for a little fun. After all, she had been cooped up in their dorm room studying for days, even though she was still a freshman and finals were nowhere in sight.

So, naturally, they chose a bar.

The two were out dancing while Annabeth sat down and ordered a few drinks. Nothing to get her wasted, she didn't want to get a hangover. From what Piper had said, it pretty much traumatized her for life.

Piper wasn't a slut. But she wasn't a 'prude' (as she had jokingly called Annabeth) either. She had tan skin and eyes that Annabeth just called rainbow because she didn't know what color they were. Her hair was a dark brown, sort of chestnut, and was long and wavy, down to her lower back. Occasionally she brought a guy over, but that hadn't happened in the last couple months. All Annabeth and Hazel could get out of her was that she met someone. The two didn't question her after that. If Piper wanted to talk about it, she would.

Piper was the girl Annabeth could go to for any sort of help or advice, mostly if it consisted of romance. Of course, Annabeth wasn't the romantic type. She had only talked to Piper about anything remotely romantic just a few weeks earlier, when some guy had asked for her number, and Annabeth politely declined. Piper almost screamed her head off at Annabeth, claiming she had "lost all hope of any sort of male contact forever."

Piper's room was never clean. Yet, it was never messy. It was simply just, existing. Being the typical 18 year old she was, Piper had magazines and posters and books and papers scattered across her desk, wall, and bed.

Hazel, on the other hand, was unlike any girl Annabeth had ever met before. She had dark skin, light and frizzy brown hair, and gold eyes that didn't seem to match her face, yet they didn't look weird at all. Hazel was beautiful. She was also very conservative. (meaning she got very uncomfortable when sex was brought up) Annabeth noticed she was always very neat and artsy. She was the type of girl who had a modern style. She kept polaroids and Christmas lights up on her wall, and kept a neat, white desk with a MacBook and little Mason jars with pens and pencils and any writing utensil she would ever need. She always seemed like she didn't belong in this century. People were so open now about their sexuality and the way they felt about things, and Hazel never was.

Anyways, Annabeth had finished her sixth glass of water, and her second glass of champagne and felt as if her bladder were going to explode. If that wasn't bad enough, some guy who looked as if he were thirty, or maybe forty, (she couldn't tell) was complimenting her on her outfit and was asking if Annabeth wanted to 'hang out and have some fun.'

"I could show you a real good time, you know." He didn't have much of an accent, but she could tell it was somewhere around the West Coast.

"No thanks." She replied, not knowing what to say. This type of thing didn't happen to her every day.

But the man kept on insisting. He wasn't very handsome. He looked like a tan lobster with blonde hair, if that made any sense, and had on a dress shirt with some khakis. Not a very wise decision, as it only made him look more ridiculous.

"If you don't get the fuck out of my face, I swear to god I will punch that goddamn smirk right off your face." She stared at him with her grey eyes with such intensity, she swore all the color drained out of his face. She wanted to laugh. He looked horrible.

But Annabeth knew if she laughed, she would pee all over her seat and totally embarrass herself.

But he only laughed, reaching over at her hand. Annabeth pulled it away and slapped his face. He cursed under his breath, but kept persisting.

What is it gonna take to get rid of this guy?

"Hey, babe. Is this guy bothering you?" Annabeth looked up. Some guy who looked about her age with dark hair and light eyes (a very weird, yet attractive combination) had come up behind the lobster hitting on her. One had was holding a beer and the other was in his pocket. No doubt, this was one of the most embarrassing yet interesting times of her life.

"Uh.." She paused for a second, but then realized this boy was trying to help her. "Yes, he is." She replied calmly, yet her bladder was not agreeing with the way she spoke. She had to hold back the urge to run to the bathroom.

"If you've got a problem with my girlfriend, I think you're gonna have to speak to me, buddy." The boy leaned down to the lobster and looked him in the eyes.

The lobster grumbled and ran off. Annabeth felt sorry for his next victim.

The boy took his seat. "Wow, I'm really sorry about that."

"It's - fine." It wasn't fine. She had just been through a very, very embarrassing moment in her life, not to mention she really had to pee.

"Does that happen to you all the time?" He asked.

"What? You mean being hit on?"

"Yeah." His fingers closed around the beer he had been holding the entire time, and he took a swig.

"No." Annabeth's answer was clear and firm. Although, she changed her mind. She wasn't exactly sure. Of course, every girl got hit on sometimes. It's just a thing we have to go through.

"Okay. Name's Percy. Jackson."

"Nice to meet you, Percy." She paused, just as he had, "Jackson." Annabeth studied his eyes. They were green, not green-green, but more of a sea green. She likes that color. A lot. His hair was very messy, for one thing. It was jet black, and she wanted to run her fingers through it. But that was weird. She wouldn't do that.

He chuckled. "Are you going to tell me your name? Oh! Or, are you like one of those spies? You can't tell people your real name, or if you do, it's like a fake one so people don't track you down- Oh! Do you use those cool watches that have laser beams and stuff so if you ever get caught or something you can use it to break through ropes? And do you go on missions? I've seen these movies where-"

"Percy. I'm not a spy. My name's Annabeth. Chase" She mimicked his introduction.

They shook hands. Annabeth wasn't sure what just happened. She didn't know whether to call this an awkward encounter or what.

"Nice to meet you Percy. I really have to use the restroom. Please excuse me." Before he could react, she was halfway across the room, fast walking to the restroom, hoping she wouldn't fall on her heels. That would just make this whole thing much, much worse.

Hello everyone! This is my very first fanfiction on this site, so I'm sorry if it's crappy. Also, I'd like to say a few things before you go...

1. If you have any comments or suggestions just leave one, I'd happily tailor the story to what you guys would like to see.

2. This story may go out-of-character, after all I'm only human, but I will do my best.

That's all for now! Thanks for reading!